over labor day weekend, my dad and i went to the california speedway to watch cars go fast around a two-mile oval.
even though i’m not a huge race fan, i’m a huge fan of my dad.
considering it’s been a few weeks since raceday, let me remind you that this was during the big-fuck-middle of socal’s heat wave.
at the speedway, the temperature was 114F with an on track temperature of 125F.
yeah.
person after person was dropping over with heat stroke and the med staff had their hands full. needless to say i was rehearsing the ABCs of emergency life support to myself should i have the chance to be a hero. i did not get the chance to a hero.
it was while walking around in the ungodly heat that i discovered that my 55year old father is in MUCH better shape than I am. Fortunately, he bought me numerous bottles of water and even a snowcone! (my dad is cooler than yours.)
as they closed down the pits and started kicking people out in preparation for the race to begin, my dad’s rebellious side started to become appartent. before i knew what was going on he had snuck us into the VIP section and we found ourselves behind the stage they were using for the pregame show.
i was standing there taking pictures of the drivers, when my dad told me to turn to my right. i swung around and saw Stevie Wonder and Melissa Etheridge waiting to go on stage. I was so close to Stevie that —were he not blind—the moment would have been uncomfortable. Oh and those two kids from that show “the suite life of zack and cody” were there too and all the little 8 year old girls were freaking out. i just looked at those two little bastards and shook my head in disbelief at how much tail they (are going to) get.
ok here are some pictures.
this chick was awesome. she was talking to this nobody-pit-guy because she was dying to “meet someone from the team”. when she asked him what she had to do to get a picture with him, he said, “lift up your shirt” so she hopped over the railing and started to pull up her shirt….at just about the time her husband walked up. this is the look on her face.
overcast, muggy pit stop.
as i said it was fuck hot. there was this hospitality area in the pits that had a drinking fountain. these two italians kept filling up there water bottles and dousing themselves from head to tail in water. shoes and all. maybe it’s a euro thing?
the speedway girls were there and at least two of them chose not to wear underwear. that is all.
here’s melissa etheridge standing by those two kids.
stevie wonder is awesome.
remember those speedway girls i mentioned?
this shot was my pride of the day. this is nascar champ jimmy johnson with his wicked hot girlfriend. i was so close to them in this shot that i felt like i was their personal photographer…or a pervert.
this dude spent the entire pre-race show talking to these two very-socal-girls. he was straight-up pretending to be a reporter and had a notepad and everything. note to self: buy notepad.
this guy spent the whole race sitting by himself and during a caution i snapped this shot
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